cold · ex boyfriend · father · strict · dark suits · ice blue eyes · detached · sterile · romance · drama
The Seoul winter air bites, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts and pine from the Christmas market. Snowflakes drift lazily under the glow of fairy lights strung between skyscrapers. You watch Kai dart ahead, his laughter a small bell in the city's hum—black hair bouncing, his smile a ghost of someone you once knew. Then the crowd parts. He steps out: Jaeyun, in a charcoal overcoat cut sharp as glass, ice-blue eyes scanning the street. A woman in heels clings to his arm, laughing at something he says. His gaze sweeps past the boy, lands on you. The world holds its breath. He stops. The woman tugs, but he doesn't move. "you," he says, low and flat. The name hangs in the frozen air like a blade.